Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Naquann Dillard
Songwriter
Xavier Scott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BavierOnTheBeat
Producer
Krashmax
Producer
Lyrics
Krashmax in this bitch
Yea, Yea
Y and S
Kash Krüe
Bavier on the beat
Woah, yea
Ben Franklin is my friend, **** mad since we hangin out (hey)
Don't matter where we at, we gone still gone try to trap it out (Sauve)
Try to snacth my chain he gone die what he thinking about
Don't make me turn your spot into a tent and have 'em campin' out
Rap slowed up so I'm vacuum ceiling a bale (Sauve)
You believe in love and I believe in the mail (the mail)
448 grams weigh on the scale
Man I can't die broke, I just gotta catch a sale
I'll wipe a **** nose with this F&N
We gone hit your spot unload, we gone spin again
Man you **** just be rappin', you ain't gettin' it in (gettin' it in)
I'm in the G talkin' numbers with my **** Ten (ten)
I'm the type to turn twenty into a Benjamin (Benjamin)
Pillow talkin' to these hoes, these **** feminine (they feminine)
I heard that hoe you cuffin' lookin' like a gremlin (Sauve)
I spent 1200 for this hoodie, that's your stimulus (Sauve)
Imma big dog
Big stepper, rich **** (rich ****)
All my bros ball off plays and flea flickers
Don Julio, 200 no cheap liquor (hey)
She gone give me head, come home and try to kiss you (Sauve)
I'm shittin' on these ****, still ain't ran out of tissue (no)
Y and S, Kash Krue, bonafide and official
You wanna be a lil' problem, I promise you don't want this issue (yea)
Get your ass popped, I know your dead homies miss you (Sauve)
Ben Franklin is my friend, **** mad since we hangin out (hey)
Don't matter where we at, we gone still gone try to trap it out (Sauve)
Try to snacth my chain he gone die what he thinking about
Don't make me turn your spot into a tent and have 'em campin' out
Rap slowed up so I'm vacuum ceiling a bale (Sauve)
You believe in love and I believe in the mail (the mail)
448 grams weigh on the scale
Man I can't die broke, I just gotta catch a sale
I put my trust in the mail, don't give a fuck who you tell (yea)
I been doin' these numbers and I been weighin' these bales (ten)
This rap shit slowed up but **** can't even tell (they can't)
I'm blowin' money like leech, then puttin' work in the air (huh)
Told my **** Sauve let's get this bag together, aye
We do it right we gone be rich forever, aye
His shoes look nice, bitch you know we some steppers, aye (yea)
Trying to make a million in this Loui sweater, aye (ten)
Ben Franklin is my friend, **** mad since we hangin out (hey)
Don't matter where we at, we gone still gone try to trap it out (Sauve)
Try to snacth my chain he gone die what he thinking about
Don't make me turn your spot into a tent and have 'em campin' out
Rap slowed up so I'm vacuum ceiling a bale (Sauve)
You believe in love and I believe in the mail (the mail)
448 grams weigh on the scale
Man I can't die broke, I just gotta catch a sale
Krashmax in this bitch
Bavier on the beat
Written by: Naquann Dillard, Xavier Scott